The path ahead seemed endless, winding through desolate landscapes scarred by the corruption's touch. The further they traveled, the more they could feel its presence, as if the very air was thick with a malevolent energy that gnawed at their resolve. Elara led the way, her steps purposeful yet cautious. The shard at her side pulsed faintly, as if sensing the growing darkness that surrounded them.
Morgana walked beside her, her eyes never straying far from the relic. "We've encountered the first marker," she said quietly. "But that doesn't mean we'll find another one easily. We may have to search through places that are... less welcoming."
Kade, walking slightly ahead, grunted in agreement. "Less welcoming? What does that even mean? I've already had my fill of fighting shadow creatures."
